Venomous Lady...

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The city of Sayreton, Iowa — population 14,000 — steamed and sweltered on the relentless hotplate of an airless August day. Peter Hume, blissfully cool in the small restaurant, thought longingly of a tall collins, of several tall collinses, stood up with regret and walked with his check to the cashier by the door.

“Terrible hot day, Mr. Hume,” the girl said.

She dropped his change onto the green rubber mat and he picked it up. “I hate to go out into it, Helen.”

She smiled at him. “When’s the wedding, Mr. Hume?”

“Next Monday. Four days away.”

“Miss Owen is a lovely girl, Mr. Hume. Where you going on the honeymoon?”

“Lake Louise.”

Helen gave him a dreamy look. “Oh, baby!” she said softly.

Peter blushed and pushed the door open. The heat was like a steam bath. When he stepped off the curb, his heel seemed to sink into the asphalt. A day to fry eggs on the pavement. A day to sit in the tub.

He realized that if it weren’t for the wedding coming up, he would be tempted to quit for the day. But he wanted to leave a clean desk behind him and there was a lot to do.

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